Something sinuous in the water brushed against Paige's knee. She jerked her leg away.What was that? She rose to a sitting position, groped around with her left hand. Fine wisps wound themselves arou
The whole thing couldn't have taken more than sixty seconds.Bailey hung on to the counter, dazed. If she let go, she'd collapse---and the twitching fingers of one of the gunmen would pull a trigger.
In book three of the Kanner Lake Series, the secluded beauty of northern Idaho offers no permanent hiding place from the past for Carla Radling. The secret from her teenage years has caught up with h
